A Wierd Dream
A day of gloom.
In twenty four years Ive only seen my father twice. Last night I had a dream that he died. I cant remember how the news arrived but I was in the car in the back seat and my uncle Lou was driving. I had just finished crying and I said, I cant believe my father was a famous, poet. My uncle looked at me as if I were mad but then attributed it to confusion and grief. As the funereal rites unfolded it was revealed to us all that my father had had sexual relations with a 15 year old girl, thirty years ago. It turned out that the family of the 15 year old girl would not allow us into the funereal until her father was allowed to sleep with one of my fathers daughters which would be my one and only sister. It was an eye for an eye and a lay for a lay. My sister was not available for comment. Uncle Lou, who is a retired and gnarled fire fighter was in the car loading his pistol. His hands were shaking and kept slurping his saliva. Then I woke up to the tea kettle whistling. My other uncle, uncle Ivester was making tea.
These kids now days. he said. They dont make em like they use to.
What are talkin about I? We call him I or Ive.
This Broad next door. Screamin cuz her toast caught on fire. What kind of a woman doesnt know how to make toast?
Shes a lawyer, Uncle Ive. Not a cook. Times are different.
Lawyer! Christ on a cross.
Besides. I said to him, It wasnt just about the toast. Her curtains when up in flames too. Her curtains were made of some polymer plastic shit and flared up and out leaving a hard plastic blob stuck to her floor. I had to help her chisel it off.
Uncle Ivester snorted. Ha. Bimbo. I guess now shell try and sue us. With that, he laughed and hobbled into the living room and began coughing.
The day is overcast. Gloomy and cool. Right up my alley. Its called, Fuck You, Leave Me Alone Alley and Im glad it rained on you cuz your life is better than mine. The Alley is located right behind Hinze Liquors on the corner of Poor and Bored.
Im off for a walk. Pick up the Times and stop by Caldwell's. This week Sleepy D and I are going fishing. I just have to figure out how the hell Im gonna get to Boston. From there well drive north into Maine. I wonder if my dream was prophetic. I'll see what the air has to say and discus it later with Hector . Hopefully Caldwell is home too. I'm begining to lose my mind.
Peace.
Cluck
A day of gloom.
In twenty four years Ive only seen my father twice. Last night I had a dream that he died. I cant remember how the news arrived but I was in the car in the back seat and my uncle Lou was driving. I had just finished crying and I said, I cant believe my father was a famous, poet. My uncle looked at me as if I were mad but then attributed it to confusion and grief. As the funereal rites unfolded it was revealed to us all that my father had had sexual relations with a 15 year old girl, thirty years ago. It turned out that the family of the 15 year old girl would not allow us into the funereal until her father was allowed to sleep with one of my fathers daughters which would be my one and only sister. It was an eye for an eye and a lay for a lay. My sister was not available for comment. Uncle Lou, who is a retired and gnarled fire fighter was in the car loading his pistol. His hands were shaking and kept slurping his saliva. Then I woke up to the tea kettle whistling. My other uncle, uncle Ivester was making tea.
These kids now days. he said. They dont make em like they use to.
What are talkin about I? We call him I or Ive.
This Broad next door. Screamin cuz her toast caught on fire. What kind of a woman doesnt know how to make toast?
Shes a lawyer, Uncle Ive. Not a cook. Times are different.
Lawyer! Christ on a cross.
Besides. I said to him, It wasnt just about the toast. Her curtains when up in flames too. Her curtains were made of some polymer plastic shit and flared up and out leaving a hard plastic blob stuck to her floor. I had to help her chisel it off.
Uncle Ivester snorted. Ha. Bimbo. I guess now shell try and sue us. With that, he laughed and hobbled into the living room and began coughing.
The day is overcast. Gloomy and cool. Right up my alley. Its called, Fuck You, Leave Me Alone Alley and Im glad it rained on you cuz your life is better than mine. The Alley is located right behind Hinze Liquors on the corner of Poor and Bored.
Im off for a walk. Pick up the Times and stop by Caldwell's. This week Sleepy D and I are going fishing. I just have to figure out how the hell Im gonna get to Boston. From there well drive north into Maine. I wonder if my dream was prophetic. I'll see what the air has to say and discus it later with Hector . Hopefully Caldwell is home too. I'm begining to lose my mind.
Peace.
Cluck
anais:
you ok, liquid plumber is not quite tasty. Danke by the way 